If only I could sit.

If only I could sit and watch.

If only I could sit and watch the wonderful world.

If only I could sit and watch the wonderful world go around.

If only I could sit and watch the wonderful world go around through these frost sprinkled windows.

And listen to the words that people whisper through the darkness that clouds my soul.

If only we could all listen more.

If only we could understand what we heard.

Sometimes, a rose can come from nowhere. Sometimes a light can encroach the frozen blackness. Sometimes, we win over the world.

I started a story the other night. It was an everlasting tale that I would and will never end.

Tabba sighed and tried to fall back into her thoughts, in soft time with the jogging of the cart.

“Stay away from her.” They had said and he had. That’s what hurt. “Stay away or we’ll arrest you.”

If only she could sit and watch the wonderful world.

If only she could sit and watch.

If only she could sit.

And wait for a lost love,

Who would never come home.